. alive or dead," Laura deadpanned."Don't I know it, girl," Lorrie said. "My feet need a good long soak." Do you live in San Francisco?"Lorrie shook h...r head. "L.A. But I'm on this run for a few days. I'll soak 'em at the Airport Hilton." You could... stay at my place," Laura said, hesitating, feeling awkward, not knowing how her offer would be received. "I mean, if you're tired of staying at the hotel. You could soak them there." She smiled."Golly, that's really nice of you," Lorrie said,. It didn’t involve any online meetings or swiping left. It was an old-fashioned hookup that started in a gym.I’m often in the gym when I travel, although I tend to emphasize tone and cardio rather than building muscle. I was meeting clients on the West Coast and they had me staying at a major hotel chain with a well-equipped gym and swimming pool, along with a hot tub off the pool deck. On the evening in question, I was finishing up on the treadmill when I saw two strikingly tall and muscular. Sometimes I snuck up behind her, started kissing her, and then took her bent over the desk, kitchen table or bed. I went down on her occasionally—maybe I should have done more—but she didn't seem to particularly care for that. And, on very rare occasions, she would treat me to her otherworldly blow-jobs, which I constantly craved.I had never been with another woman, nor she with another man. I loved every time we made love—or fucked, if you will—and so did she. Still, sometimes I liked to watch. We stripped her off and rolled into bed before going back downstairs and discussed Jills body. A tiny bit overweight, feminine and gorgeous says I. Eamon agreed but was very clear that it lacked a 'fun gun', as he called it. We laughed and joked for a while then he tried to kiss me.'Whoa there mate, not my thing. Sorry', but hugged him long and tight feeling sorry for a horny friend and wanting to get some kind of satisfaction.Definatly time for bed and took him upstairs. He lightheartedly.